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Chapter 10 Monstrous Demon Lord, Your Little Fox Has Arrived
"Forget it." Mozun looked at the restless girl, let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed Mo Zishu's plump forehead in frustration: "Your brother, dear."

Brother, these two words are especially gritted, as if they could meet and fight.

"Hey! That's right." The girl's glass-like light red eyes rolled around, bursting out with curiosity. Her right leg was pressed against the demon's abdomen, and she turned upside down, pressing the undefended demon on her. Under the body.

"What I used to be!"

She is really curious!
I only remember the words I confided in my dream, but I can't remember my own face.

With a fox as its body, the changes should be astonishing.

Mozun pondered, stretched out his pale and slender fingers at a distance of one finger, and carefully painted the girl's bewitching eyebrows and eyes. The eyes were deep and focused, and the sky was covered with stardust.

The white hair spread all over the bed, making the blood-red eyes of the demon king like the most dazzling sun, hot and beautiful.

The tear mole at the corner of the eye broke the nobility of the scorching sun, on the contrary, it was full of evil spirits, and it was extraordinarily gorgeous. The hooked girl's eyes widened, and her heart jumped into her throat.

He didn't make people anxious until his face was reddish, then he curled his lips into a smile, tilted his head and said calmly: "I drew one after another, and each one is of you. Smiling, laughing, sad, Angry, everything. I engraved you on the tip of my heart, and branded you in the marrow of my bones."

One after another, there were so many that several huge palaces were piled up, and there was nowhere to put them.

"One day, I went to pick up the painting that accidentally fell out, only to find that your face has long been blurred."

He looked at the boundless snow-capped mountains, only a white silhouette remained in his heart.

That light-colored oil-paper umbrella has long since washed away the beauty's strength of character.

The tip of the pen was horizontal in the air, and a drop of ink fell, embellishing the white paper.

Drops of water dripped, and the ink stains smudged into endless time and space.

No matter how deep the feelings are, they can't match the time he passed alone, nor can he resist the memory of being a human being.

He hated himself for forgetting so easily!
How can you let the deep-seated emotion pass away, how can you feel the cold passing through your chest!
The corners of Mo Zishu's eyes turned red, and she couldn't express her mixed feelings. She could only bite her bright lower lip, and stared at the evildoer with a stiff body.

The Mozun chuckled, stretched out his hand to touch the girl's misty eyes, and then covered them up: "But now, I will definitely draw a girl with flowery eyebrows, with raised light red fox eyes and a delicate nose. , better red lips, and long, silky black hair."

"The most important thing is to draw me, so that every time I write in the future, we can be together."

"No matter what you were before, in my heart you are what you are now."

She was a cunning girl who would bite him angrily, throw herself into his arms to comfort her, play tricks, act like a spoiled child, and deliberately piss him off.

Instead of the god that he couldn't touch, warm and alienated.

Not the figure under the oil-paper umbrella looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, but his flesh and blood, cunning and dexterous little fox.

Let him walk into the sunshine again and feel the flow of emotion as a little fox.

The scalding drops of water in the palm of his hand passed by, and his heart ached, Mozun let go, and hugged the girl helplessly, covering up the pain in his voice: "Why are you crying, I, an old guy who has been waiting for so many years, haven't cried yet. "

Pooh!
You crazy is on purpose!

The teary-eyed Mo Zishu grabbed Mozun's cold and slender neck, rubbed his fingertips on the faint blue veins, and said in a crying voice: "I didn't cry!"

　Mo Yue propped her chin up, and said with a lazy smile: "I almost forgot that I had a flamboyant mouth when I was young, but I was very pure emotionally."

　　Mo Zishu's face turned red, and she threw herself into the arms of the nun, refusing to look up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)